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In a festive mood for Fringe? For a gift exchange of fiction, art including icons, or vids?

Then you're about to enter the right universe:

To SIGN UP, all you need to do is add a comment to this very post containing your request.

Sign-ups are between now and 1 Novemberclosed now. All the requests will be jumbled up and sent back out by 6 November.

RESPONSES to gift requests are to be posted between 16 and 23 December --

ideally anonymously (with your reveal after Christmas, i.e. after 25 December, in your own fanspace). Two ways to do this:

a) Add your response as an anon comment to the request you've been matched up with. (For fic, that allows for roughly 3,000 words in one comment, multiples of course encouraged. Vids & art are trickier, but only a bit.)

b) Jot down the link to the actual response in a blog, on the AO3 (pseudonyms option suggested), or any other platform. (If you need an invite code for the AO3, tell us, and you'll have it in no time.)

If anon doesn't work for you -- no dummy accounts possible, or your working hours look a lot like Olivia's -- that's fine; post the link to your own fanspace with the response. Just, don't tell Alt!Astrid.

Please don't sign up if you believe you'll be unable to complete a request given to you.

If you realise you can't make it, please tell us as early as possible, and we will try to organise a pinch hitter so that your recipient isn't left without a gift at the end of the fest.


To join the exchange, post a request with the following information:
Blog: [DW handle] OR [LJ handle] OR [AO3 account] OR [ handle] OR [...]
E-mail: Should of course be working.
Things I'd like: Please request at least three things here...but ultimately feel free to add as many things as you'd like at this point. Doesn't mean you'll get them all, but there's no harm in asking, and it ensures you get a great Secret Santa match. If you'd like a specific pairing or character, then speak now or forever hold thy peace. Don't forget to ask for icons or vids too -- we all know the likelihood is low in a small fandom such as this one, but hey. Worth a shot!
Things I wouldn't like: If there's anything you wouldn't like to receive (pairing in a fic, French electropop for your vid, bright-green textures in your icons) then here's the place to mention it. Without character-, pairing-, or kink-bashing, of course.
What I can do: Are you great at a certain genre (gen, het, slash)? Are you the specialist for writing specific character/s or pairing/s? One of the excellent Fringe vidders out there, or an icon-maker with aspirations? One of the folks on tumblr who brighten every Fringe fan's day? As ever, specifics are great so your match brings you tears of happiness instead of, you know, the opposite.
What I can't do: If there's anything you feel you can't do, then please say so here. Same disclaimer as above applies.
Pinch hitter?: In the event of someone not being able to complete their gift are you willing to be stand-in writer, artist, or vidder?
The Fringe Secret Santa is open to fanfic, fanart including icons, and fanvids; on the fic side everything goes -- all we ask for is a minimum wordcount of 750, that kinks are tagged and warnings included.

Happy holidays! And thanks to the ever-excellent mods over at [community profile] sga_santa, from whom the template for this text is snagged with permission.

Feel free to snag this Fringe Secret Santa icon. More yet to come...


Date: 2011-10-25 12:08 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Blog: Elfin here, crazylittleelf at LJ & the AO3
E-mail: butlerke at
Things I'd like: (so many things)
Vid to When the War Came by The Decemberists. 
Vid of the alt-team to Planetary (Go!) by My Chemical Romance.
Fic in which Lincoln (either) or both)) is kinky and is super-enthusiastic about his kinks.  I don't even care what the kinks are.  I don't even care who he's paired with.
A crossover!  If you've been dying to write a Fringe/The Goonies crossover and have been wondering, who the hell would read this?  I'd read it.  Bonus for a Fringe/Dawson's Creek crossover.
Peter/Olivia curtain fic from the short-lived grey-verse.
Alt-Lincoln & Alt-Charlie gen; drinking, talking baseball, playing video games, discussing Lincoln's hair.  Whatever.
Gen fic of Walter, Astrid, and Olivia as a made-family in the amber-verse.
Peter, pre-series, being the con-man that he is.
Things I wouldn't like:  I'm deeply uncomfortable with anything that casts alt-Olivia as the bad guy, so I'd rather pass on that.
What I can do: Fic and icons.  Really, I'll write damn near anything.
What I can't do: I am rubbish at vidding.
Pinch hitter?: Yep!  Both for fic and icons.

Date: 2011-12-23 09:35 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Hi, it's your secret Santa. I'm working on your request and should be done by tonight, just in case you were wondering what on earth was taking me so long.

Date: 2011-12-23 10:00 pm (UTC)
elfin: image:  olivia;  text: invincible (Default)
From: [personal profile] elfin
Hey. :)

No worries. Don't stress over it.
From: (Anonymous)
Summary: The team that plays together stays together, as far as Lincoln's concerned.
Spoilers: Up until and including "Entrada" in the 3rd season.

“Hey, boss-man,” Olivia said, leaning in the doorway to Broyles’ – now technically Lincoln’s – office.

It’d been a shitty day, with too much paperwork and worrying, but Lincoln could always find a smile for Olivia. He leaned back in his chair, stretching out his arms. “How can I help you, Agent Dunham?” he asked, mock-serious.

She sauntered in and parked herself on the top of his desk, staring down at him. “You busy tonight?”

“Maybe,” Lincoln said, instead of Even if I had plans, I’d cancel them for you.

“How about if we made it worth your while, huh?” Olivia said, leaning in a little closer.

“Who’s we? You and Charlie?”

“No, me and the Brooklyn Dodgers. Yeah, me and Charlie, at his place, tonight. Are you in?”

Lincoln tilted his head thoughtfully. “I don’t know, there’s some reading I’ve been meaning to catch up on, and I’m running out of clean socks, you know how it is.”

Olivia laughed, sliding off his desk and heading for the door. “Wash your socks tomorrow night,” she said. “Charlie’s place at eight, Lincoln.” She turned around before opening the glass door. “Oh, and bring your rope.”

“What? Wait, seriously?” Lincoln said, sitting up straight in his chair, trying to convince his dick that this was not the time and place to start perking up.

Olivia winked at him, then walked out the door. Lincoln sat very still, waiting for his flush to fade and his erection to wilt. This day had just gotten a hell of lot better.


Charlie’s place was nothing special, almost as small Lincoln’s shoebox sized one-bedroom, but his bed, on the other hand – Charlie’s bed was huge, had a mattress with just the right mix of firmness and softness, and a very useful wrought-iron headboard. Charlie’s ex had left it there when she took off for Seattle, and that’s how Lincoln knew she was nuts, because he would never have left that bed behind.

The bed was the main reason that when Lincoln, Charlie and Olivia decided to spend a night in, it was almost always at Charlie’s apartment. That, and Charlie usually had good food in his fridge, courtesy of a cousin who worked as a grocer out in Jersey, and Lincoln liked to mooch.

Right at the moment though, all of Lincoln’s appreciation was for the bed that he was stretched out across. Tied hand and foot, with plenty of room left for Charlie lying next to him similarly tied – oh yeah, Lincoln loved this bed.

Olivia was standing at the end of the bed, only mostly naked unlike the two of them, working at the knot on Lincoln’s right ankle; when she was done, she dragged the tip of one finger across the sole of Lincoln’s foot, making him jerk. “Hey!”

She grinned at him, pleased as a cat who’d gotten into the cream. “You two make such a pretty picture, I wish I had a camera,” she said, holding her hands up like a frame.

“Sure, that’s nice, now are you going to do something about it or just admire our chiseled physiques?” Charlie said, shifting so that his hip bumped against Lincoln, a warm spot against Lincoln’s bare skin.

Olivia raised an eyebrow, and then dropped her panties and crawled onto the bed. She clambered between them, her long hair draping down and brushing over Lincoln’s thighs and stomach. He sucked in a breath, his abs tightening, his hands clenching on the cool loops of the iron headboard.

Olivia hovered over them on her hands and knees for a moment before lowering herself down on top of them, spreading herself out like a starfish and letting out a contented little sigh. Lincoln gasped, couldn’t help it, feeling Olivia’s body pressed against his own, her leg slipping between his and the soft nub of her nipple touching his chest. Charlie made a strangled noise next to him.

“This is nice. Maybe I’ll just stay here for a while,” Olivia said, sounding as if she were seriously considering it.

“Liv,” Lincoln whined, and he was man enough to admit that it was definitely a whine, “come on.” He shimmied under her, pushing his thigh up to rub against her pussy. Olivia ground down against him with a happy humming noise but didn’t move. Lincoln closed his eyes and tried not to pant. He loved this part almost as much as the actual fucking: the anticipation of it, helpless to do anything but wait for Olivia to decide what to do. The few times that it had been Olivia tied up instead of him or Charlie, Lincoln had done his best to impart that feeling to Olivia, and if this was her way of seeking revenge, well, he wasn’t complaining over here.

All Olivia said was, “I’ve missed – uh, this.” She snuggled closer, and her hand curled around Lincoln’s shoulder. “We should do this more often.”

Between the time spent recovering from his burns and Olivia’s delicate mental state, it has been a while since they’ve spent time like this. Lincoln can’t agree fast enough, “Yeah, we should.” As because he can’t help himself sometimes, he added, “You know I have handcuffs too, right? And anklecuffs? The comfortable kind.”

Charlie said, “Oh, Jesus,” trying to sound long-suffering but only making it to intrigued.

Olivia started giggling quietly on top of them, which felt way better than it probably should have. Lincoln lifted his hips hopefully, and Olivia sat up. She stared down at them, naked and gorgeous and laughing, and Lincoln only groaned a little when she said, “This isn’t a good time for a ball and chain joke, is it?”

“What did I do to deserve you two?” Charlie asked, and Lincoln asked himself that every day. He figured it must have been something pretty damn amazing.
wendelah1: (Default)
From: [personal profile] wendelah1
This was hilarious and sexy.

“What did I do to deserve you two?” Charlie asked, and Lincoln asked himself that every day. He figured it must have been something pretty damn amazing.

They are amazing!
elfin: image: alt-charlie, alt-lincoln, alt-olivia looking down at something (fringe.alt team)
From: [personal profile] elfin
Oh, anon, thank you so much. I really love this. It's sexy and funny and such a wonderful look at the three of them together. <3
From: (Anonymous)
Chiseled physiques indeed *g*. This was delightful, funny, and hot. Loves Charlie. <3
monanotlisa: Lincoln Lee against a red jagged background, captioned "mind is a razorblade" (Lincoln Lee - Fringe)
From: [personal profile] monanotlisa
Oh, man, this has just too many lines that are pitch-perfect.

“Maybe,” Lincoln said, instead of Even if I had plans, I’d cancel them for you.

D'aww. (We all know it's true, too.)

Charlie’s ex had left it there when she took off for Seattle, and that’s how Lincoln knew she was nuts, because he would never have left that bed behind.

This -- the whole paragraph -- is just stunningly on, exactly what Red!Lincoln would say. Think. Opine. *g*

Also, best final line ever.


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